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id: 16623
author: Stewart, Elinore Pruitt
title: Letters of a Woman Homesteader
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sentence: 2695
flesch: 88
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summary:
  Them good old days are gone. She does many little things that are not exactly polite, but she is good and true.


id: 38551
author: Gilman, Charlotte Perkins
title: The Crux: A Novel
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words: 55069
sentence: 3819
flesch: 86
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summary:
  Said I got drunk, I warrant! For the past five years, Mrs. Pettigrew had made her home with the Lanes.


id: 9932
author: Grey, Zane
title: The Last Trail
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words: 73740
sentence: 5337
flesch: 88
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summary:
  Often in the twilight on a summer evening, while fondling his children and enjoying his smoke after a hard day's labor in the fields, this same settler would see the tall, dark figure of Jonathan Zane step noiselessly out of a thicket, and learn that he must take his family and flee at once to the fort for safety. Wouldn't Mr. Jonathan Zane, borderman, Indian fighter, hero of a hundred battles and never a sweetheart, be flattered?


id: 38019
author: Rice, Alfred Ernest
title: An Oregon Girl: A Tale of American Life in the New West
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words: 78699
sentence: 4757
flesch: 81
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summary:
  Intensely interested, neither of them noticed Sam Harris approach, and with him the little Scotch terrier, which had completely recovered from its painful experience on the launch at Ross Island. He delivered one of the letters which he held in his hand to Hazel, and then said: The other letter is for Miss Virginia Thorpe, which the housekeeper at Mr. Thorpe's home, where he had first enquired for Miss Brooke, had asked him to deliver at Rosemont, too.


id: 16551
author: Belasco, David
title: The Girl of the Golden West
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words: 75825
sentence: 3822
flesch: 82
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summary:
  Beg pardon, Miss; I know men ain't lowed up here nohow, humbly apologised that individual; but, but-- Vexed and flustered, the Girl turned upon him a trifle irritably with: Git! Git, I tell you! For a brief second, the Girl was too much taken back to find the adequate words with which to accept the stranger's offering.


id: 23280
author: Shirley, Dame
title: The Shirley Letters from California Mines in 1851-52
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words: 79042
sentence: 4125
flesch: 75
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summary:
  When it came to my turn, I complacently touched the rusty tin cup, though I never _did_ care much for water, in the abstract, _as_ water. As it was unhemmed and somewhat tattered at the ends, an imaginative mind might fancy it fringed on purpose, though, like the poor little Marchioness with her orange-peel and water, one would have to _make believe_ very hard.


id: 17789
author: Parrish, Randall
title: Molly McDonald: A Tale of the Old Frontier
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words: 79905
sentence: 4891
flesch: 84
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summary:
  Nothing at all serious, Mr. Sergeant Hamlin, she retorted scornfully. I owe it all to Sergeant Hamlin, she replied, turning to glance toward the latter.


id: 17598
author: Parrish, Randall
title: Beth Norvell: A Romance of the West
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words: 85936
sentence: 4983
flesch: 82
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summary:
  Once--it must have been after three o'clock--other men seemed suddenly to mingle among those perspiring surface workers and the unmistakable neigh of a horse came faintly from out the blackness of a distant thicket. But thar ain't no sense in yer fightin' me, Stutter; I bet yer git practice 'nough arter awhile, 'less them thar black eyes o' hern be mighty deceivin'.


id: 1239
author: Grey, Zane
title: The Spirit of the Border: A Romance of the Early Settlers in the Ohio Valley
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words: 90246
sentence: 6391
flesch: 87
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summary:
  Were those women on the raft? questioned Joe, and as Wetzel only nodded, he continued, A white man and two women, six warriors, Silvertip, and that renegade, Jim Girty! Somehow, Jim Girty got wind of us hevin' a lass aboard, an' he ketched up with us jest below here.


id: 13559
author: Traill, Catharine Parr Strickland
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words: 89707
sentence: 2770
flesch: 64
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title:
  The Backwoods of Canada Being Letters from the Wife of an Emigrant Officer, Illustrative of the Domestic Economy of British America

summary:
  She has little time now for those pursuits that were ever her business as well as amusement. The red, grey, and black squirrels are abundant in our woods; the musk-rat inhabits little houses that he builds in the rushy parts of the lakes: these dwellings are formed of the roots of sedges, sticks, and other materials of a similar nature, and plastered with mud, over which a thick close thatch is raised to the height of a foot or more above the water; they are of a round or dome-shape, and are distinctly visible from the shore at some distance.


id: 20418
author: Laut, Agnes C.
title: Lords of the North
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words: 105216
sentence: 6570
flesch: 86
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summary:
  Get you gone to the squaws at the tents, old men, The cart-lines safely encircle the camp! Now, old men and squaws, come you out with the carts!


id: 1261
author: Grey, Zane
title: Betty Zane
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words: 102615
sentence: 7109
flesch: 89
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summary:
  What mysterious force thrilled through Alfred Clarke and made Betty Zane tremble? Miss Boggs, I am twice unfortunate, said Alfred, tuning to Lydia, and there was an earnest ring in his deep voice This time I am indeed blameless. For a hundred years the stories of Betty and Isaac Zane have been familiar, oft-repeated tales in my family--tales told with that pardonable ancestral pride which seems inherent in every one.


id: 746
author: London, Jack
title: Burning Daylight
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words: 116580
sentence: 7195
flesch: 86
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summary:
  CHAPTER XVII For months Daylight was buried in work. Light as the task would have been for a strong man to lower the small boat to the ground, it took Daylight hours.


id: 4389
author: Moodie, Susanna
title: Roughing It in the Bush
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words: 182283
sentence: 7338
flesch: 74
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summary:
  There was a whole group of Dummer Pines: Levi, the little wiry, witty poacher; Cornish Bill, the honest-hearted old peasant, with his stalwart figure and uncouth dialect; and David, and Nedall good men and true; and Malachi Chroak, a queer, withered-up, monkey-man, that seemed like some mischievous elf, flitting from heap to heap to make work and fun for the rest; and many others were at that bee who have since found a rest in the wilderness: Adam T----, H----, J. M----, H. N----. On communicating this discouraging fact, my friend's countenance instantly assumed a cold and stony expression, and I almost expected that he would have stopped his horses and set me down, to walk with other poor men.


